A/N: So, this is for Corpsegirl93, VirtualCookies4Everyone, and a lovely Guest. All three of you requested more please! Without you, this would have been a oneshot. These next installments are all for you. Are they enjoyable? Lame? Let me know! Hope you enjoy, lambs.
Facepalm
Victoria is seated in front of her mirror as Hildegarde fusses with her corset strings. Her mother raises her submarine sandwich-sized chin and squawks, "Get those corsets laced properly- I can hear you speak without gasping!" Wincing in sympathy for her young charge, the elderly maid reluctantly obeys. As the strings pull yet tighter, a tiny but most definitely audible pop of flatulence escapes from under Victoria's skirts. Victoria thunks her flaming pink face down onto her dresser as Hildegarde and several mike technicians break down laughing. Mrs. Everglot sighs gustily and wags her repulsive head while facepalming.
(yeah, that was a cheap laugh, I know, but it wouldn't leave me alone. )